Riva
The weekend went by quickly. Tired from our most recent missions, Gideon and I spent much time recuperating and making love. Oh yeah, I cooked too. Then, I read some books, which made the wolf laugh because he said he had not seen me keep still for hours like that.
“I could get used to this,” I said late Sunday afternoon. I had never had a lazy weekend. We were still in bed, half-naked in the disarray of sheets. Gideon was lying on his stomach while I used his back as a pillow, staring at the ceiling with a book in one hand.
Usually, I would be training with the Coven while Stan wondered what I was up to. He sometimes convinced me to be his plus one at boring little cocktails. Again, the thought of my ex made me full of exasperation and guilt.
Where was he? Shouldn’t I be diggin
